They were complex and twisted- neither starting nor begining, the essence of who they were together so tightly tied within themselves. At times, the darker times, nothing either of them did was to do anything but inflict a terrible pain on the other. Other times, when they weren't being so stubborn, they relied on each other for comfort, soothing the wounds they helped to make.
Wherever the dice fell, they always wound up together again. Together in love, or hate, or in a purgatory somewhere between the two. Chuck knew he loved her, he did. He also knew that she loved him, and that even though they were both broken, together, they made something almost good. Not whole- but good. Like when a glass shattered and gets recycled into a wind chime, or some flowery shit like that. He's Chuck Bass- and while he may be a closet romantic; metaphors and eloquent wording just aren't his thing.
He also knew that he was lucky. Oh so lucky, to have someone like Blair. She was so much like him, yet somehow more pure, cold as ice, but still firery as hell. He was a man in love, and she knew it, because she had come down with the same disease he had. His father was gone, dead, forever lost. He hated that man with a burning passion, yet aspired after him with the remains of a little boy who just wanted love and aproval. The emotions coursing through him were too much all at once. Too many feelings after years of numbness. Only one thing made since, and that was that he needed comfort, saftey. He needed love, and a warm embrace. Right now, he needed Blair.
He was cut out of his musings by a sharp voice. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.
Chuck looked up at her, and the words died on his tonge as he took in her disheveled beauty. She looked tired and stressed, worried and angry. She looked incredible. A look of understanding and compassion washed over her face, and she started to move towards him. And with that, she was there beside him, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, lips murmering soothing nothings into his ear, hands rubbing circles into his arms, back, chest. Her fingers raked through his hair, and he couldn't help but let loose the heartbreaking sobs that had been threatning to leave his chest for the past few days. They were silent and constant, his shame making him cry harder, his breaths coming in sparatic bursts.
So they slept together, in the true since of the word. For the first time in his life, Chuck Bass didn't want sex; He just needed affection. For the first time in her life, Blair Waldorf was glad to give it; just for him.
When he woke up that morning, Blair's face was the first thing he saw. She was propped up on his chest, arms wrapped possesivly around his rib cage. Chuck noticed that his hands had fallen quite low during the night, one firmly on her hip, the other on her rear. He smirked to himself for a moment, before he realized why he was there. With a sigh, he set about leaving.
"Charles Bass." A low hiss cut through the air, causing him to jump. "Don't you dare leave before we talk about this.
Cliffhanger! Watch for the next chapter- It should be out soon! (Keep in mind that reveiws help the process ;) ) I usually update once a week, unless I write a huge chapter and save it for the next. (Or if I get inspired and post more than one.)
XOXO, DdD
